Short story by Oliver King
So I'm sitting at my house with my shotgun next to me and my loyal dog sitting at my feet.
Suddenly I see a bunch of kids wandering around on my goddamn land.
I grab my shotgun and walk up to them. "Hey you kids, this is private property!" I shout.
They gasp in shock, bunch of nerdy twerp kids just staring at me, peeing their pants as I aim my gun at them.
One of them plucks up the courage to speak to me. "But sir! We gotta catch em all!"
I pull the trigger and blow the kid's head off, the rest of the kids run away in a mad scramble while my dog goes at them.
They are screaming while I chase them.
Gotta catch em all.
Gotta catch em all.
Gotta catch em all.
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Published by A Grace